The atmosphere in Nanhuan's room was a bit tense.
While Nanhuan received applause for her calligraphy competition victory, both Fu Ya and Xie Jing gave her several glances due to her exceptional performance.
During this time, Yuan Gong found his way to her. "Miss, congratulations."
Nanhuan raised her head to look at Yuan Gong, respectfully addressing him, "Master Yuan, thank you for your praise."
Yuan Gong smiled and said, "Miss's calligraphy is excellent, as graceful as a startled swan and as agile as a wandering dragon. A dragon leaping to the heavens and a tiger resting in the phoenix pavilion. It carries a hint of the style of Wang Xizhi."
Nanhuan expressed her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, Master Yuan, for your compliments."
Yuan Gong chuckled, "When I see you, Miss, it reminds me of a girl I met many years ago, around seventeen or eighteen years old. Her handwriting resembles yours to some extent. I thought of taking her as my apprentice back then and sent her a few letters, but she never replied, so I had to give up. You make me recall that girl."
Nanhuan asked curiously, "May I ask which fortunate girl caught Master Yuan's attention?"
Yuan Gong shook his head, "It's not a matter of fortune. That girl... well, let's not talk about it."
In the meantime, Nanhuan received a message on her phone.
Nanhuan: "Master Yuan, I have a question."
Yuan Gong: "What is it?"
Nanhuan: "Could you please explain why the calligraphy competition results are tied between me and Mr. Xie? Wasn't it supposed to be determined by our abilities?"
Yuan Gong: "The final result is determined by the judges' evaluations, Miss Nanhuan. Both you and Mr. Xie received the same score."
Nanhuan: "I understand, but I was hoping for a more detailed explanation. Thank you for your time, Master Yuan."
Yuan Gong: "You're welcome, Miss Nanhuan. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask."
Nanhuan nodded politely and continued to converse with Yuan Gong about calligraphy-related topics. She maintained her composure throughout the conversation, and Yuan Gong didn't suspect anything unusual.
Meanwhile, Mo Sha Tian and Mo Sha Feng, who had been quietly observing, walked over.
Mo Sha Tian, the older brother, greeted Nanhuan with a warm smile, "Congratulations on winning the calligraphy competition, Miss Nanhuan. Although I only saw a few pieces of your work, I felt that you were the clear first-place winner. It's a pity that Lord Rong seems to have his own ideas."
Nanhuan looked at Mo Sha Tian with a calm expression.
Mo Sha Tian continued, "It hasn't been long since our last meeting, but I already have the feeling that not seeing you for a day is like missing you for three autumns."
Mo Sha Feng, his younger brother, remained expressionless as he followed behind.
Xie Jing, feeling uneasy about Mo Sha Tian's presence, stepped forward and said, "Brother Mo..."
Mo Sha Tian interrupted him with a faint smile, "You can call me Professor Mo, Mr. Xie."
Xie Jing stuttered, "Pr... Professor Mo..."
Mo Sha Tian smiled and said, "Good. Mr. Xie, this is Miss Nanhuan's cousin."
Xie Jing was taken aback, and Nanhuan raised an eyebrow, wondering how Mo Sha Tian knew about their fabricated relationship.
Mo Sha Tian continued, "I heard that it's not easy to add Miss Nanhuan on WeChat. Would this ring be enough to exchange for your WeChat ID?"
Nanhuan hesitated for a moment but then took the ring and asked, "What is this ring for?"
Mo Sha Tian chuckled, "It's a little toy from the Mo family. If you're interested, we can discuss it further."
Nanhuan's mind raced, and she tried to maintain her composure. She had many questions for Mo Sha Tian, especially regarding her parents' accident and the connection to the Mo family's symbol on the ring.
Mo Sha Tian's presence intrigued her.
Mo Sha Tian added, "I thought that Miss Nanhuan's exceptional performance during the day was an invitation for a private conversation with me. So, here I am."
Nanhuan admitted, "Indeed, I wanted to talk to you."
Mo Sha Tian smiled and said, "Shall I take a seat?"
Nanhuan glanced around the bedroom, which had only one bed. She didn't want a stranger sitting on her bed, so she replied, "Let's just stand."
She maintained a cold expression, contrary to the rumors that she had been subdued and helpless in the face of Rong Wuxin's actions.
Mo Sha Tian seemed to be enjoying this interaction and agreed to stand.
Nanhuan wasted no time and pulled out the ring again, pointing to one of the symbols. She asked, "What is this?"
Mo Sha Tian looked at the ring, still smiling, and replied, "Oh, you're asking about this? This is the emblem of the Mo family. All devices created by the Mo family carry this emblem."
Nanhuan's eyes lit up with curiosity. She concealed her emotions and asked, "Do you know why this piece ended up at the scene of my family's accident? What role did the Mo family play in it?"
Mo Sha Tian paused to consider her question and said, "Fourteen years ago..."
(End of this chapter)
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